A mature lady in Hyderabad
HI guys, this is Alex again from Hyderabad and i’ve got another great story for you people. This was an especially bright day, and I had planned to meet my friend who stays at the outskirts of the city, where we had planned a party, there was booze and some call gals arranged. I as usual was late to start for the party so I was speeding up to reach the destination. Unfortunately at the city outskirts as it was late in the evening, and also as I was driving recklessly, a mishap occurred and I was lying at the corner of the road with my bike over me. Fortunately I had received only minor injuries and the guy who hit my bike had ran away from the spot. I stood up and as I reached the road, an older woman called out to me “Are you alright? I saw what happened!” She was walking toward me with a look of obvious concern. “Fine, just minor injuries. Unlucky day for me” I said, embarrassed. “Why unlucky?” She said. “I guess you might have planned some bachelor party at some farm house” She laughed. “Yeah” I said, good-naturedly. “Well, I know how it is,” she said. We laughed, “That HAS to hurt” she said, pointing at my chest. In the rush of adrenaline I’d taken little notice of my injuries, but as I looked down I saw that my shirt was torn and I had scratches on my chest and shoulders deeply. “Not as much as having to pay for that bike,” I said, though her notice of my injuries seemed to have awakened the pain of them. “Where’s the nearest doctor over here?” I asked, hopefully. She said “by this time no one’s available, just park your bike over here and let’s have a walk as my home is nearby”. I had accepted her offer because my cell phone was also damaged; I thought to make a phone call after reaching her place. She was very helpful. By the time we reached home she guided me inside. It was a beautiful house with a small garden in front and she said that she was alone, as her husband was out of station for some work. She guided me to the bathroom and asked me to wash myself. After I was done I came into the drawing room and I was going to sit on the chair, she came and introduced herself “I am Bhavana….blah blah blah”. I also introduced myself and the communication started. In the meantime she asked me to take off my shirt as she brought some iodine to wash my injuries. There was a mirror in her drawing room, so Standing in front of the mirror, I undid my shirt and turned towards her. I looked at my chest and shoulders, the scratches were superficial for the most part, but a couple was pretty deep and began bleeding. Bhavana asked me to sit down and she began to wipe off the blood oozing out of the injuries. And then carefully she began to apply the iodine over the injuries. While doing so I began to visualize the romantic movie scene of shah rukh khan and Sushmita Sen in the movie Main hoon naa. And I was having a hard on which was clearly visible through my pants. I was startled as she had accidentally touched my dick. Maybe it was my imagination but she seemed to gaze at my torso with more than just neighborly concern. “Come to the Hall, I have something to put on that” she said, and I followed her again. My aching member and damp pants made walking a bit uncomfortable. “Here” she said, opening a cabinet and pulling out a blue jar filled with clear liquid. “I keep this for mostly medicinal purposes,” she laughed. She filled two crystal glasses about halfway, then poured a bit more into a bowl, and then put the jar away. “I guess you know to cover the wound as it might cause an infection and she applied the band aids on the scratches. I was feeling the burning sensation on my chest due to the iodine and was trying to hide it from her and was fairly successful, though she laughed aloud at my reaction. “Strong city boy?” She asked, teasingly. Wow, what an understatement. My whole body seemed to warm and flush with heat as the burning subsided. She bought some coffee and we had our coffee. “Now, let’s see about your wounds” she said. “Stand over here and lift your arms.” I went over to her, next to the kitchen sink, and stood with my hands locked behind my head. “Ouch, that looks nasty,” she said, dipping a cloth into the bowl and touching it to the worst of my scratches. It hurt like hell, but I wasn’t about to wimp out in front of her twice, and I gritted my teeth while she stroked me with the cloth. Maybe I was getting more and more aroused as she inspected and applied her “medicinal” touch. I could feel my cock swelling and arching in my pants, and knew it was straining against the fabric in unmistakable arousal. I was fighting with embarrassment and arousal and pain – and I was, honestly, feeling a bit lightheaded. It had been a long rough day already, I’d not yet eaten, and here I was She touched the cloth to my nipple, which sprang taut immediately, and seemed to swab it repeatedly, though I hadn’t remembered it being scratched. She then moved to the other, which was now hard, and again swabbed, her face close to my chest, her breath warm on my skin. My hard-on ached, strained, arched in its fabric prison. I could feel the pressure building, my desire intensifying, and my manners and resolve to be a gentleman teetering. Her touch felt so good. Suddenly she brushed against my encased member and I jumped, startled out of my reverie. “Oh, didn’t mean to scare you, city boy!” She laughed. “It seems you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” I looked into her eyes and saw deep pools of passion. Shaking slightly I reached for her, bringing her face to mine, and met her mouth with a tentative kiss. Her mouth opened eagerly to mine and we stood for what seemed an eternity, mouths locked, hands searching, caressing arms and backs and hips. Cautiously, I brushed her breast with the backs of my fingers, and she gasped, pulling back, and then pressing her breast into my hand.